The Orphan's Lament

A poem I wrote in high school

Listen to the raindrops falling 

As the wind blows

Calling out for love.

The lonely howl on the window pane

I find is screaming out my name.

The raindrops' cry lull me to sleep

As I dream of what I can't keep.

Sinking hope of my own despair.

I remember a time when you were there.

The beacon of your shining soul

Has left me cold and so alone.

Why can't I be with you 

After this long road;

I travel alone

In this world,

So cold and unbearable.

come now and save me.

I'm dying, bleeding, calling

Out for you to save me.

Someday soon when I'm all grown,

I'll find a place to call my home.

And maybe then I'll look for you.

Then, maybe, you can love me too.

Until that day,

So far away,

There's nothing I can do

To release this pain.

As I sit here 

And listen to the rain.

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

This plea moved me beyond all reason to a place of great charity, altruism, empathy and compassion. Few poems can ever do that. This is why it placed so high in Safalta.

Laments can easily turn cliche, but your did not, and it had many delightfully moving lines.